In these situations, anyone who knows how to read the room usually keeps quiet, but Nan Jiaojiao just stared at him for a while.
"Are you feeling sad?"
Bo Yanching's expression wasn't very clear, and his breathing slightly deepened.
After a pause, he responded in a low voice, "Yeah."
His voice was so deep, and the hand wrapped around her waist transmitted a burning heat through her clothes.
Nan Jiaojiao lay on her side, her face snuggling against his shoulder, clearly hearing the sound of his heartbeat.
Its rhythm was normal, but it still felt oppressive.
"Then let me hold you, comfort you."
Nan Jiaojiao tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, the lounge chair swayed a few times. Bo Yanching's toe tapped the ground just in time, and only then did the rocking chair settle again. He pinched her waist, "Don't move."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao stayed put, obediently leaning back.
"Then talk to me, what's on your mind?"
